Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.